We’ll all be united now/
The ones that paid the price/
he thought as he strolled down
the dusty yellow path/
pulling out arrows as he went/
like a bird without a mission/
already condemned/
wings too tiny to fly/
tired of flight failures/
on a long tumultuous trek
to the disc-world.
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These references to the price: did I miss something by not knowing about the fest? I like the sense of frustration then hopelessness. I can picture it picking out the arrows.